I have nothing but luck

During this autumn hunting trip, Beidi killed five Mahayanas in one breath, which was a major event unheard of in more than a hundred years. People in Pingcheng were panicked, and the chief wanted to negotiate peace with Xie Ronghua. Will it be one or two?

Xie Rongjiao and his party became the focus of the whole city.

The scene where he put the sword on the neck of the patriarch Eagle at the gate of the city swept through the city like a gust of wind, and the desolate people who came to invite him to the dinner were walking on thin ice when the radicals ignored him.

"My son, please untie the sword."

Xie Rongjiao stopped.

The guard maintained his gesture of reaching out to stop him, Ba Fengfu said: "Please untie the sword, Your Majesty."

The first time he uttered his voice, he felt a bit bit hard-headed. After thinking about it, it is a matter of course for him to enter the king's tent to release the sword. The radicals in the king's tent behind him will also agree with him. ?

He saw a golden-red streamer seem to flash in the eyes of the young man dressed in red in front of him.

Xie Rongjiao took off Zhenjiang Mountain from his waist, and the guards breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course he had heard about the fact that the son of Fengling Prince brazenly drew his sword at the head of the eagle tribe at the city gate, even if he didn't feel that he had done something wrong, he was still afraid that he would accidentally become the second chief of the eagle tribe.

The guard watched Xie Rongjiao take off the Zhenjiang Mountain, saw the Zhenjiang Mountain sword blade suddenly unsheathed, and the silver light spread in front of his eyes, and he didn't know the next moment.

An angry voice came from the radical in the king's tent: "Who dares to act presumptuously in front of my king's tent?"

Barren soldiers gathered from all directions, stringed their bows, drew their knives and raised their guns, and waited for the order from the radical to kill the envoy from Kyushu who didn't know what to do.

The Baji Sword was unsheathed together with Zhenjiang Mountain.

The sword energy raged across the throats and chests of the barren soldiers, and the menacing momentum was not slowed down by the corpses lying on the ground, and the radical king's tent was lifted cleanly.

Jiang Jingxing took two steps forward with his sword in hand, and leisurely announced his name that had been buried for a long time: "Jiang Jingxing."

It's hard to say whether the expression on the radical's face is ridicule or surprise, but facing the only holy place in the world, he has no fear at all: "You actually came here? Aren't you afraid of death?"

Jiang Jingxing replied indifferently: "The second half of the sentence should be asked by yourself."

He is not at all like the young man who usually laughs and is not in good shape, who is not good at divination, and who is not good at storytelling. He can only make a living by relying on a decent face and his benefactor.

No one is more of a saint than he.

Isn't it just right?

It is really a god-sent opportunity for God to help him become famous.

This is the only idea that comes out of the radical.

He laughed so much that he almost shed tears: "God favors me! God favors me!"

What about saints?Isn't it the same as being delivered to his door to be his stepping stone?

At this moment, he firmly believed in Mo Luo's statement that he was the Holy Land of Tomorrow.

Seeing that all the guards around the king's tent were killed by Jiang Jingxing's sword, and it would take some time for the guards from the other places to rush over, Jiang Changlan had nothing to do, so he muttered softly, "Could it be that the radicals are too frightened to lose their minds?"

After all, it is also a generation of heaven and man, the top ten figures in the world, it is not like this, right?

Xie Rongjiao shook his head: "Not like."

It is unreasonable to reason with someone who has gone mad.

Jiang Jingxing knew this well, "I should have argued with you about who killed who and who was favored by God. However, I am in a hurry today, and the sword will naturally tell the truth."

He is out of the sword.

Jiang Jingxing was really in a hurry, he was in a hurry, Donghuang's strength was paramount, it was impossible for the defenders of Pingcheng to eat and not do anything.

So he didn't spare any strength with this sword.

According to legend, when he killed Zhou Tianzi, there was a white rainbow of hundreds of feet passing through the sun, the light was so bright and dazzling that it was not inferior to the day.

This time Baizhang Baihong reappeared!

The white rainbow hangs upside down, pointing directly at the royal city, it doesn't look like a sword he swung, but it seems to rush down thousands of feet from the Milky Way like a waterfall, from the vast universe.

It was getting dark early in Beidi, and now the full moon was hanging high, and candles were lit in every household.

The candlelight was dim as if it had not been lit, and the bright moon receded into the dark clouds, reborn like the rising sun, illuminating the whole Pingcheng as brightly as day.

Jiang Changlan vomited a mouthful of blood.

Jiang Jingxing didn't intend to hurt him, it was just that the pressure of the sword was released inadvertently, and Jiang Changlan, who was about to take half a step into Mahayana, was forced to vomit blood, let alone a radical?Not to mention the twelve people and soldiers in Pingcheng?

Only Xie Rongjiao stood there well.

He and Jiang Jingxing's Haoran sword are of the same lineage, and he can easily perceive the Haoran sword in the city.

Jiang Jingxing swung his sword, but his sword was far more than the white rainbow in front of him.

All over Pingcheng is his awe-inspiring sword.

If he has awe-inspiring spirit in his heart, everything in the world will have awe-inspiring spirit; if there is awe-inspiring spirit in the world, of course Pingcheng also has awe-inspiring spirit.

All of Pingcheng's arrogance became the sword in his hand.

How should the radical be withdrawn?If you don't retreat, how can you take over the Baihong Baizhang and the mighty sword in front of him?

How should the middlemen and defenders of the twelve tribes who want to come to help come to help?

After Jiang Jingxing swung his sword, he followed the trend and pushed.

He has thousands of swords that he can use at will, and thousands of different moves that he can use at will.

But he only made one sword, the sword was flat and the momentum was faint.

There are thousands of swords in that sword.

The whole body of the radical is overflowing with spiritual power. Based on his current state, he can break through the defenses of the strong Mahayana with his bare hands, and tear them in half with just one move; ; One punch breaks the mountain, and one feels the ground.

All alone.

She was still too young to be under Jiang Jingxing's sword.

Jiang Jingxing hadn't used his second sword yet, he had already used up one of his swords with one stroke, there was no need to use a second sword, and there was no second sword to use.

The world is divided into nine states and four barbarians. There are ten heavenly and human realms, but only one holy realm.

In 200 years, only one holy place has emerged.

Before he died, the radical understood that the reason why the Holy Land was called the Holy Land and the reason why it was number one in the world was indeed justified.

But before he died, he still couldn't figure out one thing: "How dare you—"

He and Mo Luo sent to intercept the twelve Mahayanas of the three sects of the Southern Region and the Zhou family. Three teams lost to a sword repairer, and the other team was in charge of the Buddhist sect and was hit by Xie Ronghua halfway.

Among the twelve Mahayanas, the radicals came out big, and eight of them were sent, but only three came back. The radicals were so painful that they wanted to kill half their lives, and they didn't care about tearing their faces with Mo Luo, and raged: "What is a sword cultivator?" Is it Jiang Jingxing? You still want to cooperate, so explain it to me here today."

"So what if it is? So what if it's not?" Mo Luo asked calmly, "Whether it's Jiang Jingxing or Bei Zhou's master, does it matter? Anyway, Jiang Jingxing is just a hypocrite."

The last sentence Mo Luo deliberately dragged out the tone, and the radical was buzzing in his mind because of his amazing stroke.

It took him a long time to find his voice: "You say he is a hypocrite or not? It's all based on lip service, why not just say that he has not entered the holy realm."

Mo Luo smiled meaningfully: "I dare not lie to my brother. I said that Jiang Jingxing is a hypocrite, and I dare to say that only when I have evidence in my hand. If my brother is not too busy, why don't you come with me to the Western Wilderness."

When Xihuang Wangcheng came back, the radical was full of ambition.

So what if it's Jiang Jingxing?So what if it was arranged by the Northern Zhou State Teacher?

It was just a futile struggle, destined to push him on the road to the world's first holy place.

What about Moro?

"You have to ask Mo Luo about this." Jiang Jingxing showed great mercy, intending to let the radical be a fool, he sighed: "You have to choose reliable teammates, don't you understand this truth?"

This time, the radical probably meant that he really wanted to die.

His head was cut off by the Baji sword, thrown high, and blood rolled all over the ground.

Xie Rongjiao believed some of Jiang Jingxing's nonsense in his storytelling.

He said that a saint is the first-class romantic person in the world.

He should be the number one romantic figure in the world.